(A/N) I know I am the biggest tease! Well...I'll just dangle the info...but you guys are smart! You'll figure it out!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN POTC!
Eve was into her eighth month. She stood in the nursery folding up some of the clothes she bought today for the baby. Since Jon had returned things had become a lot easier for her. She had someone to talk to, someone to help her when she could no longer put her own shoes on. Jon made her laugh again, something she didn't do for a long time after she thought he had died, but everything was back to where it should have been.
There was something Eve felt that was different about Jon. For lack of a better explanation Jon was angry. When they argued he would get angrier, one time even putting a whole in the wall, at that point Eve thought he might hit her. Eve was not afraid of Jon in anyway, she just wished he would talk to her more often about the way he felt, instead of heading off with Jack to the Pearl and be gone for most of the day. Jon had come back a different man, one she barely recognized. Today would be different, today she would manage to keep him home with her, she needed to talk to him, and he needed to listen.
"I'm headed off." Jon said as he popped his head in the door.
"Jon wait…." Eve ran out the door to catch him down the hall. "I need to talk to you."
"I have a lot of things to do."
"I know that, but it's important…" Eve grabbed his hand and brought him into their bedroom.
"What's so important?" Jon asked as he sat on the bed.
"You."
"What?" Jon asked bewildered.
"Your different." Eve sat down in a chair across from him. "Your very…angry, all the time."
"Eve I have more important things…"
"See this is what I mean, any time I confront you, you leave the room, you change the subject. Why can't you tell me what's wrong?"
"Because nothing is wrong." Eve could tell Jon wanted to argue, so she needed to provoke him, and that she would.
"Jon, I am your wife, and I demand to know what is making you this way!" Eve shouted, now she would get the argument she wanted.
"Nothing!" Jon then started to walk away. Eve grabbed his arm and pulled him back to her.
"Stop lying to me." Eve said in a hushed whisper. Jon pushed her back, she almost fell over a chair, but she caught herself. "If you walk out that door…don't come back." Eve now knew she would get what she wants.
Jon stopped at the door and slowly turned around. "You don't love me? Is that it?"
"No, it's because I love you so much, that I just want to help you. You don't talk to me anymore. By the time you come home, I'm already getting ready to get into bed."
"What are you talking about? I talk to you all the time."
"Yes about me, about the baby, but not about you."
"What do you want me to say Eve? My wife is expecting a child, she is a bit more important than myself right now."
"That's not true. You are just as important, to me…"
"Eve I can't do this." Jon said.
"Yes you can."
"No, I can't." Jon then opened the door and walked out. Eve slowly sat back down on the bed, and massaged the sides of her head. Eve had enough, she opened the door, and headed down the stairs, but as she placed her hand on the door she felt winded and dizzy. Stepping outside would only be a danger to her. So she slowly walked into the parlor and waiting for the room to stop spinning.
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Jon and Jack had come home late that night. Eve was sleeping already, but awoke to their voices in the kitchen. Eve sat up and decided to listen to their conversation. Slipping a robe on Eve crept down the stairs, so she could hear every word.
"After the baby, I'll just tell Eve I am headed for supplies. She won't think anything of it, especially since her family will be here."
"Don't you think you should stay, smooth things over with her father."
"Her father will never accept me, this is something I have to do, for myself , for Eve, for our child. I can't keep going like this, I am isolating my wife from me."
"All you have to do is explain."
"So telling her that I am heading out to kill the man, that almost took me away from her, is going to make her feel better. It won't make her feel better, because every single day, she is going to fear for our lives, especially the one she carries now. I won't do that to her."
"So not telling her is best way?" Jack said unsure of his son's reasoning.
"Yes." A creaking from the stairs, caused them to turn around. Eve was standing there, her skin paled, and she was angry, Jon could feel it coming from her.
"Eve?" Jon got up and walked over to her.
"You lying bastard!" Eve slapped him across the face. "You told me you... you would let this pass and in time you said you would do this…and what now…your lying to me?"
"Eve, I'm not lying, I am just protecting you!"
"No your not, your lying! You are risking everything!"
"I know what I'm doing Eve, I can't let him live one more second, he almost killed me Eve, I am angry, I want him dead." Jon said bitterly.
"Well, now I know everything…" Jon took a step back surprised at her reaction. "It took a lie for the truth to come out. It also took you to break all trust I had in you…" Eve then stepped outside the front door.
"Where are you going?" Jon said keeping up with her.
"Anywhere, where your not."
"Eve can't we talk about this."
"You didn't earlier, why should I?" Eve continued walking, until Jon stood in her way.
"It is in the middle of the night, you aren't going anywhere." Jon grabbed her by the arm and brought her back in the house.
"Don't touch me!" Eve shouted as he shut the door.
"Eve what do you want from me!"
"I want you to leave! I need to be alone…I need to be alone…" Eve then went upstairs. When Eve slammed the door shut, images of Barbossa ran through her mind, images of Jon's throat slashed, images of the children she lost…she was afraid to relive it all over again.
(A/N) Ok can't leave you all here...not much of a cliffy! One more!
